One of the books

One of the books

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19,533 are the pages till date counted,

A book, yet to be completed, 

Flipped each page, are the days covered, 

All pages, never remembered.

Each time, the book, was closed, 

When, no more able to stare around.

Learnt, delarned, re-learnt,

Forgot many, restored something, worth to others, for no pany, 

There are many pages, teared and damaged,

Yet, there are few words, phrases and sentences, found underlined and high lighted.

Chapters are, joy, cry, smile, jokes and frustration, ambition, success and failures,

Womb, is the prelude,

Infant, is the play ground,

Teen, is the varity market,

Youth, is the fruit garden,

Adult, is the high way, 

Are all the contents.

Family, friends, society are the interlude, 

While each time is a paragraph, is found.

 

Cover page, yet to be designed,

Conclusion, will be survivors tongue to be uttered,

Last page, looks scrapped and erased.

Annexure, are the colours of the world, The people met around.

 

Its life, concluded before death,

Substance is, "Known To Me", Thy tongue may say.

Dwit David Philip

Chaibasha

Jharkhand

Chhattisgarh

8/08/2022